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warforged2014-04-12 05:26 pm
lovereborn) wrote in warforged2014-04-12 05:26 pm
[open] arrival
Who: Shirley Fenette and any Red Dragonsworn
What: A very confused, newly-undead young woman tries to make sense of what exactly's happened with her life.
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Backdated to April 10th
Warnings: Spoilers for Code Geass, mentions of violence
Nothing really makes sense anymore.
She's heard the introductions. She's managed to make it out of the cave she woke up in. By this point, she's even managed to suppress the urge to run screaming every time she hears the powerful beat of wings nearby, or sees the impossible red beasts in the corner of her eye. But none of that changes how fundamentally wrong all of this is. Just forty-eight hours ago, her life had been so simple - what had she done to deserve any of this?
(She has a few ideas, of course. They're tentative, uncertain - she remembers doing awful things, yes, but she also remembers not doing them, and she remembers being told to forget about them but also remembering again and-)
And now she's sitting beneath a gorgeous tree, holding a sword she doesn't remember picking up and trying to ignore the feeling of dried blood coating her clothing. She's staring up at a sky that doesn't seem quite right, catching glimpses of humans and things that aren't quite human and outright dragons, and trying not to think too hard about the idea that her home - her world - is under attack.
She tightly clutches the handle of the sword she arrived with. She's never seen it, of course - just like everything else in this place - but it feels important. It feels almost familiar. More than anything, though, it feels heavy - heavy enough to merit taking a rest break under a tree in the first place.
Maybe she'll just sit here for a while longer. It's not like she's got anywhere else to be.
What: A very confused, newly-undead young woman tries to make sense of what exactly's happened with her life.
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Backdated to April 10th
Warnings: Spoilers for Code Geass, mentions of violence
Nothing really makes sense anymore.
She's heard the introductions. She's managed to make it out of the cave she woke up in. By this point, she's even managed to suppress the urge to run screaming every time she hears the powerful beat of wings nearby, or sees the impossible red beasts in the corner of her eye. But none of that changes how fundamentally wrong all of this is. Just forty-eight hours ago, her life had been so simple - what had she done to deserve any of this?
(She has a few ideas, of course. They're tentative, uncertain - she remembers doing awful things, yes, but she also remembers not doing them, and she remembers being told to forget about them but also remembering again and-)
And now she's sitting beneath a gorgeous tree, holding a sword she doesn't remember picking up and trying to ignore the feeling of dried blood coating her clothing. She's staring up at a sky that doesn't seem quite right, catching glimpses of humans and things that aren't quite human and outright dragons, and trying not to think too hard about the idea that her home - her world - is under attack.
She tightly clutches the handle of the sword she arrived with. She's never seen it, of course - just like everything else in this place - but it feels important. It feels almost familiar. More than anything, though, it feels heavy - heavy enough to merit taking a rest break under a tree in the first place.
Maybe she'll just sit here for a while longer. It's not like she's got anywhere else to be.
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"Shirley Fenette." She eyes Carolina's hand for a few moments, not distrustful so much as wary - it's been a long forty-eight hours, after all. But eventually she reaches forward, taking the offered hand and trying to smile (if still a bit dazedly.) "UNSC... is that a part of the military?"
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Now that she's done looking her over, Carolina's lips press into a fine line, and she casts a displeased look over one shoulder. And others have just left her here? "There's an armory here, which can provide you with some clean clothes. You shouldn't stay in those." The blood stains aren't likely to be removeable any time soon. "There's a safe area to bathe as well."
sorry for the delay - tough week in grad life o7
She'll think about all this later. Right now, Carolina's right - getting out of what she's wearing is her first priority. "Thank you so much for this," she murmurs. She pulls gently at Carolina's hand, testing for balance before finally pulling herself into a standing position.
The sword she arrived with falls to the grass, and her vision snaps straight down to it as it does. It's weird, but - she feels like it's not quite right to just leave it there. It's protection, right? It's got to be better than nothing. And she woke up next to it, so maybe it's important... She lets go of Carolina's hand and squats down, firmly grabbing the handle and standing once again. She doesn't look particularly threatening with it - she couldn't even swing it, the way she's hanging on to it - but it still feels reassuring.
"Okay, um - where did you say I could find clothing, again? An armory?"
s'all good! Just had a brief hiatus m'self!
The weapon gets a frown, though, as the younger girl grasps the hilt and lifted it with obvious difficulty. She didn't complain, though - a point in her favour. "That sword's too big for you. Did the dragons select it?" Seriously. What were they even thinking? "You going to be okay carrying it?"
"Yes. They have some fancier things, but getting you some basic clean clothing and sturdy shoes for moving around here should help." Formerly fashionable high school student or not, Area 11 clothing trends wouldn't help much in Azeroth. Motioning for Shirley to follow, Carolina will lead the way.